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JD On Tha Track Iceberg want a bag, bitch We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane She heard I'm a star, now she tryna take her clothes off Faceshot with this AR, I'm bound to knock a nigga nose off Drowsy off the Act', I'm sippin' lean until I doze off My homie trappin' like it's laundry day, he drop a load off Police at the bando, hit the back and cut the stove off Used to hustle packs but now I'm richer than my old boss Almost summer time, I'm finna see how much the Rolls cost If her friend ain't fuckin', kick her out and make them hoes walk Runnin' through them hunnids, new blue check, I guess I'm verified Cappin' of this ecstasy, I'm rollin' like I'm paralyzed You weren't out there thuggin' with the killers, you was terrified All my niggas pop up in them trenches, we don't never hide We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang SongtexteAnd it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane None of my hoes got a lot of mileage, keep it G, your style is childish Proud of myself, I finally found it, only keep the guys around me I got extra dressing with this drip, I call it thousand island I can make my youngin snatch your necklace for a thousand dollars Soon as we sexin', thousand pounds, yeah, hoppin' on jets, this money calling I still be thuggin', I'm sorry, mama, pop out, I'm on every corner VVS on every stone, jewelry got my head gone These bankrolls got my head gone, these meds got my head gone We been poppin' out since middle school, this lifestyle ain't nothing new But we'll get rid of you, yeah We been poppin' out since middle school, this right here ain't nothing new Polo, what you tell 'em, fool? We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane And don't gotta explain 'cause I got plenty stains (Stains) I pull up in Ferraris when I hop on a plane (No cap) Got diamonds on my Carti's (Carti's), I see you niggas lame (Lame) I'm in Miami Garden, with a Richard Millie plain (Richard Millie plain) I'm on siege, you can't put me in a grave (No) Somebody pray for me 'cause I couldn't have been a slave (No) Float on the D-U-Bs, we had cash back in the day (Yeah) Now the Rollie say the date, roll around in two-door Wraiths (Two wraiths) You gotta work hard, just can't make it off of faith I sold me a little hard, for a few thousands, I was straight (Straight) I been jumped off the porch, learned to hustle for a plate Now the shrimp come with a steak, 5 star condo where I lay We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane Aus Songtexte Mania